Knowing me, that’s exactly what I’m doing — but as my clit throbs at the feeling of his cum, I don’t think I care.
It’s rotting season.
Chapter Eighteen:
Nocturnal Remedy
Bash
After her rental is all loaded up, I toss my duffle bag in the backseat and climb inside, biting back a grin at how nervous she seems at letting me in. “Thanks for the ride.”
She’s still staring at my bag with her eyebrows pinched, but she doesn’t say anything about it as she starts the car and heads to... whatever the hell the inn’s name is. “All I know is that I’m glad they have good water pressure. That shower is calling my name.”
“Mmhm. What floor are you on? I can help with those boxes, I never realizedhow heavy books are, you shouldn’t be carrying those alone.”
“Actually, that would be really helpful. Brooke is supposed to join me soon but I don’t know when, and it certainly won’t be today. I’m on the fifth floor.”
As she settles into her seat, I reach a hand over to hold her thigh. “Me too. Will she be getting her own room?”
“Okay, I’m thinking we need to lay some ground rules,” she mumbles, but makes no effort to move my hand. “I really don’t know when she’s coming, it might not be until next week. She couldn’t get the time off.”
“Then I’ll stick around and help until then. I don’t know what rules we need to make for her, but I’m all ears.”
I know exactly what she meant, but she needs to know I’m not going anywhere. Not until I know she’s mine.
We pull into the parking lot of the coolest hotel I’ve ever seen before she can elaborate. It’s about twenty stories, narrow and straight, with a giant clock at the top. The name is fitting, I see, but it gets even moreso when we carry the boxes in and see the whole place decked out like the inside of a clock. Gears line the walls,arrow-shaped clock hands point toward the elevators, restrooms and front desk, and the elevator itself looks like something from 70 years ago. It freaks me out a little until we reach her floor and she stops in front of room 526. “Thanks, Bash. What room are you in?”
“526. Crazy coincidence or fate?”
Or stalking. Who knows what’s going on these days? I sure don’t.
“You had absolutely no plan here, did you,” she says, and it’s definitely not a question. “Come on in.”
I follow her inside and set my bag aside, struggling to find the right words to say. I did have a plan, and it was to get her back by any means necessary. I didn’t focus on the details as much. Thank fuck there’s only one bed. “Were you planning on driving to the next signing alone?”
“Yeah, it’s not far. My agent clustered the bookings so I have four all within about two hours of each other, then I fly south and do another four the same way.”
I bite back theweon the tip of my tongue and flick my gaze toward the bathroom. I need to distract her before she makes it clear I’m not invited. “That’sgood. So how about that shower you talked about?”
I know she still feels my cum, and that knowledge alone will make me feral if she doesn’t clean it up soon. I don’t want her to, but I need her to if I’m ever going to convince her I want more than just sex.
She seems to understand what’s written between the lines, which is good, because I didn’t want to have to say it. “Yeah, that sounds good.” And then she completely misunderstands the rest of it. “They probably still have vacancies, by the way. You could have all of this to yourself.”
Unless by “all of this” she means “all of her holes” I don’t want it. “I’m good here, thanks. I’m used to tour buses and tiny trailers, I don’t need much space.”
Two can play the misunderstanding game, Alaina. Ball’s in your court.
Blinking, she opens her mouth to argue and then shakes her head. “You can stay... tonight.”
Fuck yeah.
She rolls her eyes at whatever my face does, and I immediately close the distance to kiss her before she can catch her bearings. “Thank you.”
“Ground rules,” she mutters sharply, but the little shit pecks me on the lips mid-pout before shutting the bathroom door in my face.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my head dropping against the door as I picture her undressing in there. It’s easy to imagine her face as she wipes the evidence of our hookup away with pink cheeks, easy to imagine the way it will make her clit pulse for more. “I saved it all for you.”
I didn’t come once without her.
